This morning I stood at the kitchen window eating my breakfast, watching a bit of drama on the back fence.

There was a squirrel, a robin, and in the middle of it all, a tree with a birdhouse in it.

The squirrel was making its way along the fence towards the tree. It stopped right next to the birdhouse. The robin went a bit mad, chirping and flicking its wings everywhere, making an awful lot of fuss. I don't know why it was making so much fuss; there isn't anything in the birdhouse for the squirrel to have. The robin has never nested in there, either. The robin didn't try to drive the squirrel away, just let it know it was there.

The squirrel, however, wasn't heading for the birdhouse to try and raid it. It's pouring down with rain at the moment, and it was looking for a bit of shelter. It sat behind it, looking rather cute, washing its tail. The robin stopped chirping, but didn't stop watching it. Eventually, it ran off down another fence.

I wasn't the only bystander; a blackbird, sulking in the rain, sat on the other side of the fence, and didn't ruffle a feather.